BOY MEETS GIRL

A little bit of History. 

These days no one is interested in that. If you set out with a historical narration you can see people are disinterested. They are  impatient with you for your intrusion into their secluded egotistic life. 

November 20 1977. 

A 27 year old young man and his 24 year old sister had set out from their abode. They took the Fast Passenger to Trivandrum. They were seen off by their father and mother. The mother was recuperating. She had been critically ill and was just out of the Hospital. 

The long journey was to meet the girl and her family in  Trivandrum. There was the proposal. 

When the young man met the girl he told her explicitly that his mother was suffering from an incurable disease. He left it to the girl to choose.

The marriage took place on December 29  1977.

The girl stepped happily into a house that had been steeped in  inadequacies. The mother soon had a relapse. She was admitted in a premium hospital. Almost two months later she was discharged with the doctor's remark, 'Prognosis given.'

She was brought home. After a few days she had slipped into a coma.

The beautiful girl who had become a part of the family through marriage -   three months old - took in the crisis with a composure that astounded her husband.

She took care of the mother in the best way possible. The girl who had just left a home of plenty and comfort had no hesitation in looking after her newly acquired mother in law. She had no inhibition in cleaning up or feeding the invalid.

There was love, love and love. There was affection , affection and affection. 

How many would replicate her? Not many, I am sure. 

Many moments came alive at once.

The young girl now is a proud grandmother. She had her own space in the world when she had been  employed.

Unmindful of whatever she had been or whatever she could not be she leads a happy contented life. She passes oñ, transmits and transcribes the quality ingrained in her. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE and AFFECTION, AFFECTION  and AFFECTION. 

Some people are like that. Again not many. They are rare. They are unusual. The legacy, impossible  to replicate.

Here she is looking after and supporting four generations as her niece has rightly mentioned.

She looks after her mother and cares for her happily. 

She's Lila, our Lila.

True, the bar has been set high.